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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.