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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.