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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.