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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Gong,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.