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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.