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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.