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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.