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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.