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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.