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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Magma,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.