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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.