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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.