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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.