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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Gong,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.