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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.