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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Scientists,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.