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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.