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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.