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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.