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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.