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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.