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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Brick,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.