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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Index,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.