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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
AZ,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.