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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.