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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.