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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.