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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.