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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.