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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.