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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Seoul and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.