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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.