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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.