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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.