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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.