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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.