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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
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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.