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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
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.