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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
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.