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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.