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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.