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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
DNA,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Can,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.