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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.