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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.