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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.