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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.