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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.