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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
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,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.