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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.