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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.