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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.