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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.