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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.