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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.