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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.