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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.