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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.