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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Index,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.