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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.