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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
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 snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.