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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.