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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.