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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.