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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Eli Mardock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
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,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.