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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.