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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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?
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.