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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.