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 Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.