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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.