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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.