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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Franke,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.