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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.