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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.