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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.