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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.