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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.