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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.