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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.