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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Crime,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.