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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.