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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.