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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.