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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.