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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.