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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.