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 Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.