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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Ludus,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.