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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
10cc,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.