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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Association,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.