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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.