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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.