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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.