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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.