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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
CMW,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.