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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.