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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.