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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.