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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.