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 Mali 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.