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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.