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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Television,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.