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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.