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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.