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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.