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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.