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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.