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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.