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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 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?
Cameo,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.