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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.