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 Croatia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Wake,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.