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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.