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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.