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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
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,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.