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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.