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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.