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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.