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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.