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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.