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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.