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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.