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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.