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 Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.