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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.