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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.