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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.