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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.