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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.