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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.