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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.