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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.