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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
10cc,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.