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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Pole,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.