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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Japan,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.