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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.