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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.