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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.