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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.