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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The Names,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.