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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.