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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.