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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.