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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
JFA,
Index,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.