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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.