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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.