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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.