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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.