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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.