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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.