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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Swans,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.