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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.