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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Mars,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.