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 France and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.