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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.