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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.