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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-102 to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.