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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.