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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.