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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Interpol,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.