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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
X-101,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.