Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.