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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.