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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.