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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.