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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.