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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.