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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Gong,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.