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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.