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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.