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 Malta 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.