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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Can,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.