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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.