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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.