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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.