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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Crime,
the Slits,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.