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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.