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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Saints,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.