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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.