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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.