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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.