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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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 Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Monks,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.