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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.