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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.