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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.