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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.