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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Pole,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.