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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.