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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.