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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.