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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.