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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.