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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.