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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Television,
X-101,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.