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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Index,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.