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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.