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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.