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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.