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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
ABC,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.