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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.