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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Offenders to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.