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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.