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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Franke,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Techniques,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.