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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.