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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.