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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.