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 Ethiopia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.