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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Index,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
the Swans,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.