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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.