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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.