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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.