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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.