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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.