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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.