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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.