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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
The Move,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.