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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.