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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.