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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.