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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Can,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.