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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.