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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
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,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Can,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.