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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.