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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.