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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.