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 Argentina and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.