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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
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,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.