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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.