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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Index,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.