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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.