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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.