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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.