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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.