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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.