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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.