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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.