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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.