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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.