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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.