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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.