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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.