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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.