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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.