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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.