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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.