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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.