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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.