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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.