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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.