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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.