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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.