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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.