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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 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?
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.