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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.