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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.