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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.