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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.