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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Television,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.