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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.