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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.