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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.