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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.