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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.