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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Television,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.