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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
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,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.