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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.