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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
the Association,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.