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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.