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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.