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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Monolake,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
X-101,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.