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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.