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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.