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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.