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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Index,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.