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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.