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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.