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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.