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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Residents,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.