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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.