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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
the Association,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.