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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
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 Move,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.