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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.