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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.