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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.