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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.