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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.