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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Monks,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.