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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.