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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.