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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.