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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.