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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.