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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Index,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.