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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.