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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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?
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Index,
Gong,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.