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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.