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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.