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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.