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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Symarip to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.