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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Crime,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.