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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.