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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.