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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.