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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.