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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.