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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.