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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.