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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
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.