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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Faust,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.