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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.