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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.