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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
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,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.