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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.