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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.