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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.