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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.