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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.