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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.