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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.