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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.