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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.