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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Rakim,
AZ,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.