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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.