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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.