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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
New Order,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.