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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Scion,
JFA,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.