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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.