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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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?
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.