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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.