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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.