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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Television,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.