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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Swans,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.