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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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?
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.