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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.