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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.