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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.