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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.