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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.