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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.