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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.