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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.