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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.