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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.