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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.