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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.