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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.