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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
UT,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.