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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.