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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.