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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.