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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.