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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Neil Young,
UT,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.