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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.