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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
the Association,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.