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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.