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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Moebius,
the Association,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.