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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.