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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Toasters,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.