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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.