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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.