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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
AZ,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.