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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.