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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
The Names,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.