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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.