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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
X-102,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
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.