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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.