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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.