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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.