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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.