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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.