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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.