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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.