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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.