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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.