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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.