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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.