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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.