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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.