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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.