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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.