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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Fear,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.