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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.