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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.