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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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?
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.