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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.