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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Technova,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.