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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.