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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.