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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Visage,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.