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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Inner City,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.