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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.