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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.