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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.