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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.