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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Vogues to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.