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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
MDC,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.