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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.