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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.