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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.