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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.