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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.