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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.