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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.