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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.