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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.