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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.