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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.