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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.