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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.