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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.