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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.