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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.