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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.