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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Television,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.