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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.