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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
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.