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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Doors,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.