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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.