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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.