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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Magma 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Slits,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
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.