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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.