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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Index,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.