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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.