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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.