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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Unwound,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.