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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.