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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.