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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
the Association,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.