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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.