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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.