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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.