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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.