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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.