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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.