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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.