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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.