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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.