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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.