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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Gong,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.