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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.