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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.