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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Wire,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.