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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.