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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.