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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 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?
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.