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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.