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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.