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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Evens,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.