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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.