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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.