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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.