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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
UT,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.