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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.