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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.