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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.