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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Mars,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.