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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.