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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Scion,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.