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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.