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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.