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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.