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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.