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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.