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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.