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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Dice to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.