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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.