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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.