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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.