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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.