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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.