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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.