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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.