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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.