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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.