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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Cluster,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.