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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Make Up 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
DNA,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Index,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.