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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.