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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Make Up,
JFA,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.