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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.