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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Brick to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
AZ,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.