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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.