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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.