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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.