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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.