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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.