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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.