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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.