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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.