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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Magma,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.