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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.