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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.