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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.