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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
MDC,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.