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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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?
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.