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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.