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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.