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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.