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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Echospace,
Monks,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.