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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.