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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.