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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Q65,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.