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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.