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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Swans,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.