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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.