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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.