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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.