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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
UT,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.