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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.