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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Can,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.