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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.