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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.