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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.