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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.