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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.